Chapter 2 (page 10)

But that was kind of the way it went for years. The car was just there in the background, watching us grow and being a part of our lives however it could. I remember the night of my sister’s wedding. We decided to have the reception in my parents’ backyard. There was a tent, dance floor, full bar and the whole sha-bang! Like many weddings, the after parties are as much fun as the wedding itself and Sue and Geoff’s was no different. As the guests left, a small group of close friends and family stayed behind and enjoyed late night drinks and wonderful fellowship. Somehow, we ended up in the garage and I remember an easy 10+ people in the garage talking and laughing and just enjoying the hell out of the moment. Because of the crash, my Dad had put the front of the Porsche up on jack stands with a wooden beam to hold the front end up. This made for a perfect drink holder that night and the Porsche happily held our drinks as we told our stories and laughed into the wee hours of the night.

But as things go, my Dad forever holding onto the belief that one day he would get the Porsche back on the road, he began to turn his attention to this dream. My Father is a hard working, straight up, honest as the day is long, salt of the earth Man. Although raised under a rather successful and well to do businessman of his time, my Dad did not experience the excess that his father had during his life. We weren’t poor by any stretch, but at the same time my Dad worked for what he had and didn’t have the means to stroke a check to a restoration shop to fix the car. He would have to take on a different strategy. And he did.

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